The Times

Lyrics for The Times

They tell all the stories 'bout the times None of them n**** is on my mind I had, I had to flip it make that melon lime The dough put him on the stove, fried Most my n**** got they heads screwed on Tight as a virgin p**** mushy had me stuck on the phone Finding my pace make another run to B-more Bahamadia built mama got that boy pregnant like a seahorse I found me a pot that I can pee on A window I can throw it out I can say s*** like get the f*** up out my house But since you let me use yo couch You ain't gon never be without All my brothers they can vouch I ain't never been no slouch What you searching for, you gotcho mind made up What you cursing for, I love you dearly But lately spirits been drifting, boy So much for jewelry you lost me Replace them n**** cords I know you hear me, yo They tell all the stories about the times None of them n**** is on my mind I had, I had to flip it make that melon lime The dough put him on the stove, fried Most my n**** got they heads screwed on Tight as a virgin p**** mushy had me stuck on the phone Finding my pace make another run to B-more Bahamadia built mama got that boy pregnant like a, yo Before I leave you imma tell you, minoy, peace w**** Don't follow me just cause you got bored Too many tours, flights I can't afford, it's dicey my boy A shiesty w**** left my heart annoyed Don't open that door They know the lore I never kept it secret It's all good in the hood Hustling like it's legal Soon as you get it hot skrt there go them people You n**** want me for interviews but you f*** evil They say they need you let you tell em no might f*** eat you My s*** be lethal put the lighter fluid on the needle My shorty read you when she see you You can't hide yo self or none of yo intentionals Audio expansions on my temple I should sample those We was getting busy online, offline Outernet, internet, on computers like sex All my students all step b**** do it to the death This the part where you invest Pull the car around the jects, yo They tell all the stories bout the times None of them n**** is on my mind I had to flip it make that melon lime The dough put him on stove, fry him, fry him